I was starting to worry that my pet turtle could tell what I was thinking
He'd stare at me with those beady eyes like he was plotting and blinking
I'd think about pizza and he'd slowly inch towards the fridge
I'd think about a nap and he'd settle down by my bed like a judge
Is he a genius a psychic? Or just a really good guesser?
My turtle knows my secrets he's my four-legged confessor
He's seen my shame my glory every thought I've ever had
And all I get in return is a silent stare and a shell-shocked nod
I tried to play it cool acting like I was oblivious to his stare
But he'd just follow me around like a tiny green nightmare
He'd even try to talk to me with a series of clicks and hisses
I swear I heard him say "Get me a worm you useless human you're missing all the kisses"
Is he a genius a psychic? Or just a really good guesser?
My turtle knows my secrets he's my four-legged confessor
He's seen my shame my glory every thought I've ever had
And all I get in return is a silent stare and a shell-shocked nod
Maybe I should start thinking happy thoughts about sunshine and roses
Maybe he'll enjoy the vibe and leave off with all the Moses
Maybe he'll find a new friend a playful frog or a gecko
And finally leave me alone to think without the shell-shocked echo
Is he a genius a psychic? Or just a really good guesser? (really good guesser)
My turtle knows my secrets he's my four-legged confessor (my four-legged confessor)
He's seen my shame my glory every thought I've ever had
And all I get in return is a silent stare and a shell-shocked nod